[ the church has stolen so much from her before she ever knew it was hers to be stolen. her name, her years, her skin and her teeth and the marrow of her bones — all of it was been writ over before she knew the power that yes holds. she doesn't believe in the kindness of god, or the love of the angels, but they sure still have room in their wretched hearts for her.
her, and the rest of their handmade children. pick a nail bed, pierce the skin underneath. it's the same kind of love. ]
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[ the church has stolen so much from her before she ever knew it was hers to be stolen. her name, her years, her skin and her teeth and the marrow of her bones — all of it was been writ over before she knew the power that yes holds. she doesn't believe in the kindness of god, or the love of the angels, but they sure still have room in their wretched hearts for her.
her, and the rest of their handmade children. pick a nail bed, pierce the skin underneath. it's the same kind of love. ]
some things have a way of coming bck for you.